It's afternoon and the pale sun is making birch-tree shadows on the snow. Sibelius, his homeland\'s greatest composer, is...

Barge on the horizon . . .

Saxophone, and trombone, trumpet, trumpet, trumpet. And there's Roxanne...

On the park bench by the curb, the moon stood straight, and your hair sat in curls.

Enough of everything buttoned up, battened down, sensible. Anything…but my...

we pop in n out of theme, marred nails keep reminding you/\\n of ...

If you have ever read an autobiography of an Angel you know...

"I Have Lighted the Candles, Mary" I have lighted the candles, Mary . . . How softly breathes your little Son My wife has spread the table...

I don’t want “CROATOAN” as my epitaph./ I want a sign over my door that reads...

I met them by the silo outside/ Joy Prairie. They’d called the mall/ pay phone until someone picked/ up. I always picked up. I was ...

I dream of poems painted on walls/ and underpasses signed with...

What can I do tonight about the wild camels in Australia/ whose herds the government will thin by aerial gunning?/ The truth is...

I am the people -- the mob -- the crowd -- the mass./ Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?/ I am the...

In Millennium Park the orchestra was...

The body gets lonely two/ legs want...

This town has no sugar, no taste./ I can't...

This is the season of Ed Gein and Jeffrey Dahmer...

When the busboy slips/ like a bride off the dock/ his...

Brazen summers or those/ where you lose your nerve/ but this summer we can...

At seventy, the thing she wanted to learn was...

I wasn't born a nervous man/ hanging out in the...

We broke horses, broke calves of their mothers' milk, broke our hands...

After the viewing in the funeral home— all the...

Lorca green was the grass in August./ A slight headache of sky, tension under my Roosevelt St./ heaven. Loving that...

After the moon there are other things, stars perhaps and...